““Don’t move,” Horseman whispered, keenly aware of the guard standing overhead. “Stay calm.” But when you’ve spent your entire life running, someone telling you not to move seems pretty suspicious. The Gasman bit down on Horseman’s fingers so hard that, even through the gloves, he almost cut through bone. Horseman cursed, hunching over his wounded hand, and everything dissolved into quick chaos. “Get out of here, Iggy!” Gazzy screamed. Iggy shook his head. “I won’t leave—” “Go!” Gazzy insisted, ...pulling something from his pocket. “I’m right behind you!” “What’s going on?” the guard demanded, waving her crossbow. “Who’s that down there?” Iggy heard the snag of the match and dove for the ladder just as Gazzy tossed the small flame into the bucket of chemicals they’d been using for cleaning. And then the blast drowned out everything. It made the walls shudder and the floor disappear. It blew Gazzy, Iggy, and Horseman upward. Horseman shot his arm out to catch the ladder, dangling to the side.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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